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The Sea: Concerto for harpsichord and sand particles.

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The Poem Of The Sea Is For Me in Tel Aviv Today

THE POEM OF THE SEA IS FOR ME IN TEL AVIV TODAY
BET CHOL HAMOED PESACH 5762

The poem of the sea is for me today
The poem of longing and beauty
It is the poem of light
Of distance
It is the poem of waves unceasing
And colors dreaming their changes faster than they can be named-

The poem of the sea is for me
On this day
A poem of return and happiness
A poem of being with my family-

It is too a poem of memories
How thirty- five years ago just beginning
I came to the same sea alone
And wondered how
If I would ever have a family of my own
Then young in love
And later losing love
And then returning alone
And now again here
With a daughter her husband and my granddaughter

The poem of the sea is for me
On this day
A poem of Love and Gratitude to God
Of longing and beauty of light of distance
And happiness.

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A Poem Of The Sea Is For Me Today in Tel Aviv Chol Ha- Moed Pesach 5762

THE POEM OF THE SEA IS FOR ME TODAY IN TEL AVIV CHOL HAMOED PESACH 5762

The poem of the sea is for me today
In Tel Aviv Chol Ha- Moed Pesach 5762
The poem of longing and beauty
It is the poem of light
Of distance
It is the poem of waves unceasing
And colors dreaming their changes faster than they can be named-

The poem of the sea is for me
On this day
A poem of return and happiness
A poem of being with my family-

It is too a poem of remembrance-
How thirty- five years ago just beginning
I came to the same sea alone
And wondered how
If I would ever have a family of my own -

Then young in love
And later losing love
And then returning alone
And now again here
With a daughter her husband and my granddaughter

The poem of the sea is for me
On this day
A poem of Love and Gratitude to God-

Of longing and beauty of light of distance
And happiness.

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With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh

With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;
Some lying fast at anchor in the road,
Some veering up and down, one knew not why.
A goodly vessel did I then espy
Come like a giant from a haven broad;
And lustily along the bay she strode,
Her tackling rich, and of apparel high.
The ship was nought to me, nor I to her,
Yet I pursued her with a lover's look;
This ship to all the rest did I prefer:
When will she turn, and whither? She will brook
No tarrying; where she comes the winds must stir:
On went she, and due north her journey took.

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When He Goes Fishing In The Sea

during summer
his fishing time begins
a loner
he is always alone in his boat
and think as deep as the sea
he doesn't care how time runs
how he looks sometimes
his mind is focused on the fish
and his loneliness
he didn't know that someone out
there with a telescope
cares about his
butt

naked he swims in the sea
diving for fish
and cooking his catch right there
in the shore
at night building his own
bonfire

someone out there
sees his naked beauty
dreaming that someday
his loneliness shall also be
her own

someday, she knows this man
shall need a woman beside him
to make fire for him
to make a man out of his
butt.

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The Sea And The River....

the dialogue has its twists and turns
it is like a river winding its way
to the sea, and those who pass by
do not really notice that they have
stepped upon the running water
for eight times already,
just like our talk, it is going round and round
less sounder,
so trivial, it is always revolving around
a mountain, wanting to
escape into the sea
and meet the salt of its body,
but until when?
there is so much delay for our real purpose
until it rains
and the river bloated its body
and the sea showed
a tsunami and everything we have
and adore
are all in an instant taken away
because we do not really know what we want
perhaps
that is the way we really want it
not meeting
always going....

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The Sea and Me

Light a lamp inside my home
so I may feel welcome from whence I roam.
For I have been gone for much too long.
I yearn to hear your sad sweet song.

The light of the lamp will say to me
that I have been missed too much by thee.
Such is the life of a man of the sea,
torn between work and his family.

I've missed the smell of food just cooked
and the taste of it and how it looked.
The time I've lost with you by my side
brings me all the tears I must hide.

The sea is my home away from you.
It's what I love. It's what I do.
But when I return from ventures on high
I know where my heart also does lie,

Between the sea and you, whom I love,
beneath the stars and the sky above.
Be patient my wife and pray for me
and keep the lamp lit so I may see

the warmth of the lamp that fills my heart
and keep it lit when I depart.
For the sea is calling and I must go
out where the waves and the wind doth blow.

Such is the life of this family of mine
as I sail the sea and they do pine.
God, grant them peace. Let the lamp stay lit.
For this life I love I cannot quit.

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Lewis Carroll

The Sea

There are certain things -a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the SEA.

Pour some salt water over the floor -
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:
Suppose it extended a mile or more,
That's very like the SEA.

Beat a dog till it howls outright -
Cruel, but all very well for a spree;
Suppose that one did so day and night,
That would be like the SEA.

I had a vision of nursery-maids;
Tens of thousands passed by me -
All leading children with wooden spades,
And this was by the SEA.

Who invented those spades of wood?
Who was it cut them out of the tree?
None, I think, but an idiot could -
Or one that loved the SEA.

It is pleasant and dreamy, no doubt, to float
With `thoughts as boundless, and souls as free';
But suppose you are very unwell in a boat,
How do you like the SEA.

There is an insect that people avoid
(Whence is derived the verb `to flee')
Where have you been by it most annoyed?
In lodgings by the SEA.

If you like coffee with sand for dregs,
A decided hint of salt in your tea,
And a fishy taste in the very eggs -
By all means choose the SEA.

And if, with these dainties to drink and eat,
You prefer not a vestige of grass or tree,
And a chronic state of wet in your feet,
Then -I recommend the SEA.

For I have friends who dwell by the coast,
Pleasant friends they are to me!
It is when I'm with them I wonder most
That anyone likes the SEA.

They take me a walk: though tired and stiff,
To climb the heights I madly agree:
And, after a tumble or so from the cliff,
They kindly suggest the SEA.

I try the rocks, and I think it cool
That they laugh with such an excess of glee,
As I heavily slip into every pool,
That skirts the cold, cold SEA.

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Lewis Carroll

The Sea

There are certain things -a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the SEA.

Pour some salt water over the floor -
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:
Suppose it extended a mile or more,
That's very like the SEA.

Beat a dog till it howls outright -
Cruel, but all very well for a spree;
Suppose that one did so day and night,
That would be like the SEA.

I had a vision of nursery-maids;
Tens of thousands passed by me -
All leading children with wooden spades,
And this was by the SEA.

Who invented those spades of wood?
Who was it cut them out of the tree?
None, I think, but an idiot could -
Or one that loved the SEA.

It is pleasant and dreamy, no doubt, to float
With `thoughts as boundless, and souls as free';
But suppose you are very unwell in a boat,
How do you like the SEA.

There is an insect that people avoid
(Whence is derived the verb `to flee')
Where have you been by it most annoyed?
In lodgings by the SEA.

If you like coffee with sand for dregs,
A decided hint of salt in your tea,
And a fishy taste in the very eggs -
By all means choose the SEA.

And if, with these dainties to drink and eat,
You prefer not a vestige of grass or tree,
And a chronic state of wet in your feet,
Then -I recommend the SEA.

For I have friends who dwell by the coast,
Pleasant friends they are to me!
It is when I'm with them I wonder most
That anyone likes the SEA.

They take me a walk: though tired and stiff,
To climb the heights I madly agree:
And, after a tumble or so from the cliff,
They kindly suggest the SEA.

I try the rocks, and I think it cool
That they laugh with such an excess of glee,
As I heavily slip into every pool,
That skirts the cold, cold SEA.

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The Sky and The Sea

They are so similar; the sky and the sea,
Each day the sun rises on both of them with glee.

As the sun rises high in the sky,
It immerses itself into the depths of the sea.

The clouds for one are waves for another,
They reflect faithfully: each others bother.

Every evening as the sun slips away to rest,
Both are tinged with red in the west.

With a million stars twinkling on them,
Both are in blue drenched.

Merciful are they as they house creatures,
Although they do sometimes show their wicked features.

But all of these similarities are a waste,
Because they can never meet: neither in leisure nor in haste.

They do seem to meet at the horizon,
Enlightened each day by the rising and setting sun.

Yet between them there is a distance,
A distance which is even on the horizon immense.

Knowing all of this the sea loves the sky,
Rising each day to meet him but still shy.

The sky loving the space rises higher every moment,
The sea still rises higher and higher with every second spent.

The sea for the sky loses its very existence,
The sea fosters her love and her spirit itself mends.

She knows that the sky won’t be with the void together,
Yet she rises each day with all the strength mustered.

One fine day she realizes that the sky is out of bounds for her,
That is the day she shatters.

Unable to meet her love she turns to the dust,
She lays on it her burden and loses life as she must.

She isn’t lucky as she won’t get to die,
She’ll be made to fall back as rain and love the sky.

The rain is also the tears of the sky’
Unable to reach the space he himself has to cry.

The sea now has been broken along with the sky,
Both of them had thought “My love has to rise high”.

Whose love has risen higher, it remains a mystery,
But as long as both exist it will not become history.

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The Wind And The Sea

I STOOD by the shore at the death of day,
As the sun sank flaming red;
And the face of the waters that spread away
Was as gray as the face of the dead.
And I heard the cry of the wanton sea
And the moan of the wailing wind;
For love's sweet pain in his heart had he,
But the gray old sea had sinned.
The wind was young and the sea was old,
But their cries went up together;
The wind was warm and the sea was cold,
For age makes wintry weather.
So they cried aloud and they wept amain,
Till the sky grew dark to hear it;
And out of its folds crept the misty rain,
In its shroud, like a troubled spirit.
For the wind was wild with a hopeless love,
And the sea was sad at heart
At many a crime that he wot of,
Wherein he had played his part.
He thought of the gallant ships gone down
By the will of his wicked waves;
And he thought how the churchyard in the town
Held the sea-made widows' graves.
The wild wind thought of the love he had left
Afar in an Eastern land,
And he longed, as long the much bereft,
For the touch of her perfumed hand.
In his winding wail and his deep-heaved sigh
His aching grief found vent;
While the sea looked up at the bending sky
And murmured: 'I repent.'
But e'en as he spoke, a ship came by,
That bravely ploughed the main,
And a light came into the sea's green eye,
And his heart grew hard again.
Then he spoke to the wind: 'Friend, seest thou not
Yon vessel is eastward bound?
Pray speed with it to the happy spot
Where thy loved one may be found.'
And the wind rose up in a dear delight,
And after the good ship sped;
But the crafty sea by his wicked might
Kept the vessel ever ahead.
Till the wind grew fierce in his despair,
And white on the brow and lip.
He tore his garments and tore his hair,
And fell on the flying ship.
And the ship went down, for a rock was there,
And the sailless sea loomed black;
While burdened again with dole and care,
The wind came moaning back.
And still he moans from his bosom hot
Where his raging grief lies pent,
And ever when the ships come not,
The sea says: 'I repent,'

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The Sea

It is very early morning,
the days growth is just beginning.
I am already at the sea shore,
My favorite sea which I adore.
An early morning mist
Hides the ships on the road,
Waiting for their turn to be unloaded.
The rising sun breaks the dawn
and at last the mist has gone.
The caravan of the sun rays
runs quickly on the seas’ surface.
The sea shines with silver and gold,
It’s a hold of different sounds
which are the compounds
of the seagulls cry telling hi,
the splashes of the waves
loving to make new caves.
The warm breeze is so rorty
and the seagulls are so naughty,
they dance over the sea, they dabble,
the sea is their cradle,
they shout, they fly,
touching the sea and the sky.
I swim towards the sun.
It’s such fun to watch the waves run.
The sea licks all over my body
as I am a lollipop.
Finally I stop, wanting to dive,
I know: the sea is alive.
I want to learn its inner world
where everything looks purled.
The birth of the Earth was inside,
so many secrets the sea might hide.
I come back and lay on the warm sand,
feeling the pulse of the land.
I listen to the sea song,
it is so beautiful and long.
I fell asleep but not so deep.
My dreams go far,
they have no bar.
I swim, I dive, I fly,
watching the sea from the sky.
But…I suddenly wake up
because of a horrible scream,
that is not part of a dream.
Where does the noise come from?
Oh, yes! The petrels foretell the storm.
They proudly hover over the sea,
they can foresee the gale.
And really, like in a tale,
the sea immediately changes,
each wave ranges.
The waves become higher and higher,
they would like to inquire:
Who is so brave?
We can be your grave.
The sea!
Heavy wild and mild,
Severe and tender,
it can surrender.
The wind moans,
the sea groans,
it looks horrible and angry,
like a gray haired woman,
an old woman sending a damn.
But the sea is free,
And the old woman grumbles and stops.
After the heavy rain drops
the sea again becomes calm,
and again it looks like a charm.
The rainbow appears in the sky,
the seagulls joyfully fly.
Slowly the day comes to its end,
over the sea, over the land,
showing the beauty of the sunset.
But I have no regret.
I know there will be another morning,
There will be another day growing,
There will be more of the sea whims,
There will be more and more dreams.

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

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I Walk And All The Poems Wait For Me

I WALK/ AND ALL THE POEMS WAIT FOR ME

I walk
And all the poems wait for me
And all this world
Seems to me
A blessing
G-d has given me
Day after day after day after day after day
And today also.

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The Sea Holds Many Secrets

The sea holds many secrets
in sleeping ship that lie below.
For centuries, thousands of ships and men
have met a watery grave.
Some have been lost to storms
that seem to come from nowhere,
while others to battles fought at sea.
Whatever reason they went down
their secrets went with them.
Now the sea holds many secrets
and is reluctant to let go of them.

11 February 2008

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Beyond the Sea

Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
My heart is gone, far, far from me;
And ever on its track will flee
My thoughts, my dreams, beyond the sea.

Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
The swallow wanders fast and free:
Oh, happy bird! were I like thee,
I, too, would fly beyond the sea.

Beyond the sea, beyond the sea,
Are kindly hearts and social glee:
But here for me they may not be;
My heart is gone beyond the sea.

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Behold The Sea

Behold the sea, the mighty restless sea!
Behold the strand of battered rock and sand!
The endless fight between the sea and man!
Behold the sea!
Through wind and storm the foaming breakers roar
What of the man who waits upon the shore?
What of the man you hold forevermore?
Behold the sea!
Rolling along in the starlight
Restless, plentiful and strong
Rolling along in the moonlight
Surf and spray shining in the sun
Behold the sea, the mighty restless sea!
Behold the strand of battered rock and sand!
The endless fight between the sea and man!
Behold the sea!

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The Sea

The sea calls for all man
Though it, many try to deny
From the calling of the wind
To the seas salty cry.
From the rushing of the waves
That's pounding against the rocks,
To a boys childhood dream
Or to that sailor, somewhere lost.
The seagulls they are crying
At the tall ships as they sail
The albatross she is flying,
While awakening is the gale.

The sea calls for all man
Though many refuse to hear
But alas, I think I’ll answer her
For I know that she is near.
I long for the seaman's life
To roam the world upon the ship
To sail by the sun and the stars,
Living, with the birds and fish.
Sleeping beneath the open sky
To live a life, that I know is free
So once again I think I will cry
For the sea, she calls for me.


Randy L. McClave

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Come O'er the Sea

Come o'er the sea,
Maiden with me,
Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows;
Seasons may roll,
But the true soul
Burns the same, where'er it goes.
Let fate frown on, so we love and part not;
'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death were thou are not.
Then come o'er the sea,
Maiden with me,
Come wherever the wild wind blows;
Seasons may roll,
But the true soul
Burns the same, where'er it goes.

Was not the sea
Made for the Free,
Land for courts and chains alone?
Here we are slaves,
But, on the waves,
Love and Liberty's all our own.
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us --
Then come o'er the sea,
Maiden, with me,
Mine through sunshine, storms, and snows
Seasons may roll,
But the true soul
Burns the same, where'er it goes.

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Town By The Sea

Here only the air that you breathe it is free
All else you pay for in the Town by the sea
The sea air is cleaner you do hear some say
Yet few happy faces for to brighten one's day.

For people from the suburbs a weekend get away
From the noise and pollution they live with every day
Two days by the sea does cost them two days pay
Sea-side towns not cheap to stay in such is life some might say.

The old town by the sea is a bright and breezy place
Though few people here with a smile on their face
Mid sunday afternoon their drive back to the suburbs is about to begin
Their two day break went so fast in life 'tis hard to win.

Even in the Winter a quiet time of year
Accomodation in the town by the sea seems quite dear
So few smiling faces around me I do see
And only the air that you breathe does seem free.

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(Japan) Out Of The Sea

Tides, wind, and shaking quakes
I cried for hours when the waves
Crashed in, into them
Who gave us the Tamagotchi
And gave us everything cute
But nature knows nothing
But they are proud and ready
Pull out of the sea. Don’t drown!
You’ll rise again without a doubt
The waters that have covered the land
Have led so many to lend a hand
And you’ll rise out of the sea

Just like Godzilla or a proud creature
Out of the ocean you will rise
And fight to survive another century
Words of sorrow and tears of pain
The quake destroyed everything
And the water washed it away from you
But to dropp dead and give up is a crime
So swim out of the sea from under the ruin
Don't let your ancestors feel any shame
They felt Hiroshima and rebuilt for you

Don't drown, because there’s been worse
Right out of the sea you’ll pull out
So many dead and counting
In time that will be nothing
Those left will carry the memory
And each of them live on
So pull out of the sea, rise again
Tides and waves won’t ever understand
But you know what to do
Nobody dared to loot
Pull out of the sea like a proud beast

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I Feel Like The Sea-Gull

I feel like the sea-gull
That wanders the ocean-waves calm or tossed
With tempests in mid-Ocean or sea-shore:
I am the sea-gull
That with parched throat
Cries his piercing cry across the landscape
Where sea and sky are only and they meet
In my lone call:
I am the sea-gull that protests
And speaks injustice and its pains
And that is why
My throat is parched – yet I am free
Free in my flight across the air
Flipping around my wings; moving
Flying miles and kilometers moving
Flying near to land as much as can I
For I must bespeak – people must hear me.
My call I know will pierce
And the hearts
That lie now frozen by unjust hands
Will feel the warmth of summer in their innocence
Their throats no longer will be parched
Nor will they thirst
But by the springs of paradise will slake their thirst:
And they will have justice.
And the earth will flower again, no longer groan
Under its burdens
And I
And I, the lonely sea-gull of the ocean-winds
Will cry my eerie cry no more
My deed done my heart can break
And I
The lonely sea-gull will float
Float speechless on the Ocean’s bosom to the skies.

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